Bert was in no hurry to cum this time. He was leisured in his fucking of my mouth, working his dick deep into my throat. He slowly but definitely pick...d up the pace. His cock is thrusting deeply and pulling back. I sucked greedily on his juices. He began to gain momentum; my new found breathing technique was beginning to fail. I gagged, my eyes teared, I gasped for breath in between his thrusts. My own cock, swollen hard angry red, pissed out an almost steady flow of pre cum. His pace. To his fans he was nothing less than a god! He had all the trappings: big house, nice cars, etc. He also had Karen, his wife of ten years. When they were first married, Karen used to tour with the band: all the other band members' wives and girlfriends did, too, and it was just like one big family! But over time some wives got pregnant, others tired either of the touring lifestyle or their relationships, so now it had reached the stage where Johnny and his band were all in their mid-thirties. She knew she was going to cum any moment and then it hit. She let out a long, loud moan as her body went rigid and her pussy clamped around her fingers, never considering Glen might hear her.What she hadn’t heard was Glenn come out of the house just as the first guy was pissing over Lindsey’s pussy. Glenn slipping his shorts off behind her went totally unnoticed as well, she was so totally caught up in the video. The first she realized she wasn’t alone on the patio was when the first stream of. Then the final question would be....Do I excite you enough that you would want to fuck me?" Holy shit! I heard that and lost it. I started shooting streams of cum all over my floor. When I was done, she looked at me, looked at the floor, looked at me again and then continued. "Oh, I guess that was my answer. I'm sorry. That was really sexy though." She stepped closer, grabbed my cock, and licked the cum from the tip of it."So can I assume that you would want to fuck me?" She asked looking into.